TRWSB – Chapter 138 The Wedding and the Heartfelt Farewell

At Yifan’s residence, Zhuang Hao gathered a group of people to help serve plates and dishes.

Zhuang Hao was busy hosting guests while coordinating all the arrangements, thoroughly enjoying himself.

Shen Yuan walked over to Zhuang Hao and asked, “Where’s Yifan?”

“He’s getting ready.” Zhuang Hao replied.

Shen Yuan rubbed his nose and said, “Getting ready for this long? This guy is so vain.”

Zhuang Hao nodded, agreeing, “Yeah! Didn’t notice before, but he’s really into his appearance. Honestly, no matter how much he dresses up, he’s still stuck with that look—poor natural features can’t be fixed no matter how much he tries.”

Shen Yuan: “…”

“The plates in this hall are arranged weirdly! I’ve never seen it like this.” Shen Yuan changed the topic.

Zhuang Hao proudly nodded, “I heard it was suggested by Qi Shaorong. He said this style is called a buffet, where guests can take whatever they want!”

“Interesting!” Shen Yuan remarked.

Zhuang Hao agreed, “Yeah!”

“I didn’t expect Yifan and Mu Tingxuan to get married so soon. If I hadn’t rushed back in time, I would’ve missed it.” Shen Yuan said.

Zhuang Hao nodded with a sarcastic smile, “Yifan, who knows what he’s in such a hurry for, running around like this.”

Shen Yuan gave him a look, clearly unimpressed with Zhuang Hao’s attitude.

“By the way, A Hao, I heard you brought a bear back to the capital and handed it over to Wu City for training. What’s the story behind that bear? Why are you taking care of it so well?” Shen Yuan asked curiously.

Zhuang Hao smiled and replied, “I met this guy on the road, helped me with a small favor. I saw he had good potential, thought the instructor in Wu City might be interested, so I brought him to the capital.”

Shen Yuan looked at him skeptically, “Is that really all?”

Zhuang Hao nodded, “Yeah, that’s all. What else would there be?”

Shen Yuan: “…”

…

Qi Shaofu was walking around the yard.

“Shaofu, you’re here too!” Zhuang Qian approached him.

Qi Shaofu nodded, “Yeah! Yifan invited me. Honestly, I’m surprised.”

Looking at the invitation in his hand, a smile appeared on his face. He was shocked that Yifan invited him, especially since Yifan hadn’t invited any of the Yi family members.

“Yifan’s residence is quite well decorated! This light here is a Baobao Liuli Palace lamp, right? I’ve seen one before, it costs a thousand gold coins. Yifan really knows how to splurge!” Qi Shaofu said enviously.

“That’s nothing. The wedding chamber’s decoration is the real luxury,” Zhuang Qian said with a hint of jealousy.

Qi Shaofu smiled and said, “You can tell Yifan really cares about this marriage!”

Zhuang Qian nodded, “That guy’s gone mad. It seems like he emptied his entire fortune for this wedding. Mu Tingxuan might end up married to him, and they’ll both be in debt.”

Qi Shaofu: “…”

A variety of dishes were brought to the table.

The exquisite dishes emitted a fragrant aroma.

On the long table in the hall, several fire stones were placed to keep hot dishes warm.

Similarly, another long table held cold stones to maintain the refreshing taste of cold dishes.

Yifan walked out from the room, and Shen Yuan couldn’t help but gasp.

“Afan, you look handsome today,” Shen Yuan said. In his mind, he thought, “The groom always looks handsome, no surprise here!”

Zhuang Hao rolled his eyes, “It’s passable.”

Yifan looked at Zhuang Hao and said, “Young Master Zhuang, I’m going to pick up Tingxuan. Please take care of things here for me.”

Zhuang Hao nodded, “You still don’t trust me to handle things? Go ahead.”

“Young Master Zhuang, please don’t mess this up!” Yifan grabbed Zhuang Hao’s hand and seriously reminded him.

Zhuang Hao calmly replied, “Don’t worry, if anything goes wrong today, it will definitely be your fault.”

Yifan huffed and left.

Qi Heng arrived near Yifan’s new home and noticed a burly man, bruised and limping, approaching the house.

At first, Qi Heng thought the man might be here to cause trouble. But upon closer inspection, he realized it was Yun Hu.

“Master Hu, what brings you here?” Qi Heng asked teasingly.

Yun Hu took out an invitation and said, “Young Master Yifan invited me to the wedding. I took leave from my master to come.”

Looking at Yun Hu’s bruised face, Qi Heng asked, “Are you alright?”

Yun Hu grinned and replied, “I’m fine. My master prefers practical training. He thinks it’s the best way to improve strength.”

Qi Heng: “…Really? Your master is quite harsh!”

Seeing Yun Hu’s battered appearance, Qi Heng inwardly thought, Zhuang Hao can be quite petty! Tsk, Yun Hu looks awful right now!

Yun Hu shook his head, “No, my master is right. I do feel like my strength has improved a lot. I really have to thank Young Master Zhuang for finding me such a great mentor.”

Qi Heng: “…”

Yun Hu looked at Qi Heng and asked, “Qi Heng, are you also here for Yifan’s wedding?”

Qi Heng nodded, “Yes.”

Yun Hu smiled, “I heard the wedding is going to be grand. I also heard that Young Master Yifan hired a famous chef to prepare a beast feast. Not sure if that’s true though.”

Qi Heng replied, “It’s true…”

Yun Hu beamed and said, “Well then, I’m really in for a treat.”

Qi Heng: “…” Isn’t it more important to treat those wounds first?

Qi Heng handed Yun Hu a scroll, “Here, take this healing scroll and recover a bit.”

Yun Hu looked at Qi Heng, moved, “Thank you, Qi Heng. You’re really a good person.”

Qi Heng replied, “Don’t read too much into it. I just don’t want you to embarrass Yifan and Tingxuan.”

Yun Hu grinned foolishly, “Got it.”

A few young men watched Qi Heng and Yun Hu walk away, their expressions varied.

“Yifei, it looks like your cousin Yifan’s wedding is quite a big deal!”

“I heard the principals from several academies and even princes are attending.”

“Yifei, is it true that none of your Yi family was invited? Yifan even invited some country bumpkin named Yun Hu. How could he leave out your family?”

Yifei’s face reddened. Yifan had become a taboo within the Yi family.

“He was expelled from the family, so of course, he wouldn’t send an invitation to us.”

“Why did your family expel Yifan?”

Yifei sighed, “It was the elders’ decision.”

The Yi family’s elders deeply regretted their decision, but what could they do now? Yifan was beyond their control.

It was rumored that Yifan’s bride’s father was a powerful figure with a ninth-level rank. With such a father-in-law, Yifan was likely to become even more difficult to deal with in the future.

…

At Qi Shaorong’s residence.

Mu Tingxuan, dressed in red, looked stunning.

“Tingxuan, red really suits you,” Qi Shaorong remarked.

Mu Tingxuan turned and bowed slightly, “Young Master, thank you for all your care.”

Qi Shaorong looked at Mu Tingxuan with a fatherly smile, “If Yifan ever bullies you, just come to me. Don’t worry, I’ll teach him a lesson.”

Mu Tingxuan smiled, “Afan… he won’t do that.”

Qi Shaorong chuckled, “You really trust him, huh?”

Mu Tingxuan smiled faintly, “It’s fine.”

A guard walked in, “Young Master, Yifan’s carriage is almost here.”

Qi Shaorong nodded, “I know.”

Yifan entered with a beaming smile, and when he saw Mu Tingxuan, his eyes flashed with admiration.

Qi Shaorong smiled, “Afan, you look stunning today.”

“You always joke around,” Yifan said, slightly embarrassed.

Yifan walked over and took Mu Tingxuan’s hand, “Young Master, I’ll take Tingxuan now.”

Qi Shaorong nodded as he watched them leave together.

Looking at their backs, a smile appeared on Qi Shaorong’s face.

“Young Master, are you jealous?” Bi Liuyun, who had walked over, teased, “If you are, just talk to Young Master Zhuang. I’m sure he’ll be eager to prepare a wedding for you too.”

“Marriage is the grave of love. Why would I be jealous?” Qi Shaorong said.

Bi Liuyun laughed, “Marriage as the grave of love? That’s a fresh take. Your ideas are always unique, Young Master.”

Qi Shaorong twitched his mouth; the saying, which had become a cliché on Earth, seemed quite novel in this place.

Mu Xingzhi stepped out of the shadows, and Qi Shaorong looked at him, “Senior Mu, why didn’t you come out earlier?”

Mu Xingzhi sighed, “I didn’t feel I had the qualifications.”

Qi Shaorong smiled, “Tingxuan is a generous person. I’m sure he has already forgiven you and would appreciate your blessings.”

Mu Xingzhi smiled, “I hope so.”

…

Yifan, sitting proudly on his dragon-horse, occasionally turned to look at the people in the carriage behind him, his face glowing with a smile he couldn’t hide.

The procession marched forward with fanfare, and guards handed out wedding candies to the crowd.

Mu Xuelan looked at Yifan at the front of the procession, a strong sense of loss on her face.

She closed her eyes. In her memories, Yifan always carried a dark and somber air, which didn’t match his age. But now, with a bright smile, his previous gloom was completely gone. He looked like a cheerful young man.

Mu Xuelan bitterly smiled, It’s clear that marrying Mu Tingxuan really makes Yifan happy.

Looking at Mu Tingxuan in the sedan chair, she couldn’t help but sigh, “Mu Tingxuan really is handsome.”

Before, Mu Tingxuan had not regained his looks, but Yifan was willing to go to any lengths for him. Now, with his appearance restored, Yifan must have even more difficulty letting go.

“Miss, there’s nothing special about him. Let’s go home,” Xiang Lan said gloomily.

Xiang Lan had nearly been scared out of her wits by Yifan before, and though she had recovered after some time, she had become quite timid since then.

Mu Xuelan nodded, “Alright.” The past couldn’t be changed. Yifan never belonged to her, and even if she had known earlier, there was nothing that could be done.